Shupple
"Mear! Mear, wait!" I called out, and now I felt utterly useless when he wasn't coming back.
This was all my fault... If I had just caught my footing, then none of this would have happened, and now people all around me were staring, like it was all my fault that this had happened. Great... All blame, hate... Every single word came to mind that could describe this and how I was feeling.
I then found myself running to my room, phasing through walls and not caring what I phased through. Once I got to my room, I flopped down on my bed and I ended up crying, endlessly into my pillow. Everything was my fault....
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Gray
I watched the whole scene unfold in front of me, and I found myself feeling... sorry. Upset. Sorrowful. These words meant the same though, which made me feel that I should fix something. Fix Mear's sketchbook.
"I'll be back later," I told the two I was talking to, Daniel and the Haunter, and I used Levitate and phased through the ceiling above me to the third floor and found Mear's room. It was the room that had the most anger coming from it.
I knocked on the door, and instead of him, I just made the door swing open. Mear stared at me, his attitude not changing.
"Want me to fix that for you?" I asked as politely as I could as I pointed and looked at the sketchbook.
"What can you do to fix it? It's ruined," Mear told me in a pained voice as he held it like it was something precious, like a child.
"I just can. Give it here," I told him coldly, and slowly he handed it over. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it was the only way I could make things right again.
"Lick," I whispered as I felt my tongue enlarge and stick out of my mouth.
I only licked the cover of the sketchbook, for that was what was only needed. I felt all of the fruit and whatever that had spilled onto the notebook suck into my tongue, and I swallowed it all in one gulp.
I then looked through the whole notebook, not even looking at the pictures. All of it was restored. I handed it back to Mear, and then he looked through it, becoming calmer and more restored then I had just seen him a few minutes ago.
"Thank you," Mear told me and I nodded, putting myself halfway through the door, put then I heard the crying of Shupple down below me. "Who are you?" He asked me but I shook my head.
"It doesn't matter. All that matters now is that Shupple is crying, and I think you should do, at least something, to make her feel better. Only a suggestion, though."
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Tada! There you go, Kratos-chan! ^-^
